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I tried every room (should I coincide rather than conquer) <div>slept in the bathtub too </div><div>I wanted to encase her in a glass walls </div><div><i>I am the nurturer </i></div><div>before anyone else had tried but the fungus grew too fast (she encroached her belonging)</div><div>among us we grew too slow</div><div>Van cover - how do I make it not elsewhere, but here?</div><div>How about blending? </div><div>The walls are all covered in its debris </div><div>conform to me in your messiness.</div><div>emerald light, not glitter bits</div><div>O brooder of woods (fungi in your smiley face making)</div><div>became a door, a window, a bridge for a forest </div><div>the children of the earth are waiting to enter </div><div>I'll listen, I'll love, I'll weep and I will fail elsewhere (beyond the simplicity of being), but never here.</div>
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What is the sum of 11 and 11:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.